When —   A poem to begin 2017

When — A poem to begin 2017

  when — follow silk clouds that blend overhead train whistle greetings come and gone crunch of gravel beneath sneakers torn catch cones of pine that spiral away singular wind scents in river of time silent, ticking, no matter claim shaggy dogs that spar at the...
My mother’s poems

My mother’s poems

I was going through some papers tonight and found four poems my mother wrote when she was in high school and one from when she was in college. (Her wedding photo is to the left.) Dawn Dawn— The hour when day, Like a butterfly, Creeps from the cocoon Of night. Painting...
She Believes, an unexpected poem

She Believes, an unexpected poem

I thought this would be a story, but it turned into a poem. She Believes She can’t sleep Mind full, not mindful 1:30 a.m., it bothers her Wisteria gone wild, yes, wisteria after a dozen years of peace spreading rude tendrils across the yard choking the tomatoes 2...
THE DOG RUNS ON, a poem for Alex Nieto

THE DOG RUNS ON, a poem for Alex Nieto

I’ve been writing more poetry since attending a workshop led by poet and memoirist Arthur Flynn DeSilver on poetry for prose writers at a day-long writers’ conference hosted by Redwood Writers in April. On Monday, May 23, a poem I wrote about two weeks...

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